Flash Fiction Friday: Daisy May


Here’s my post for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer’s.

“Time was never on my side,” Sam muttered. He glanced down at his liver spotted hands. They were thin and wrinkled. Was there still strength in those hands?

Sam shifted his gaze back to the rusted pickup, covered in brambles and autumn’s blanket of leaves. “Daisy May,” he whispered. He had bought it when he was 20, planned on restoring it for the girl of his dreams. He named it after her. They would cruise the strip in it. Every eye would drink it in.

Before he could start, life happened. Daisy May said yes. Yes to a date, yes to that first kiss, yes to ‘til death do them part. Jobs and kids and home repairs and vacations and everything under the sun kept him from the other Daisy May. Until the real Daisy May fulfilled their vow this spring.

Alone now, time was all Sam had. He walked across the dew covered grass and placed a hand on a rusted hood. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”


A little Valentine story this time around. First thing that popped in my head when I looked at the old truck. It sits right at 170 words.

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22 thoughts on “Flash Fiction Friday: Daisy May

  1. This realistic piece is as heart-warming as it is heartbreaking. I could feel his love and the forward momentum of his life. Daisy May might’ve went ahead of him earlier than he’d imagined or wanted, but he still has the truck to help him through this time. Her memory and love will definitely live on with him, the rusty Daisy May, and everything else she’s touched, inspired, or played a part of. Great job with the prompt

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